Tuesday, May 25, 2010

It pains me to write those words, especially since I've been to Wrigley Field before (and loved it), and the good friend who offered me to join him in the first row behind the Dodgers dugout would have made a hell of a roadtrip buddy (there will be other opportunities, I'm sure). But life gets in the way--I have a meeting Wednesday morning; I travel enough that I don't want to be away another night; it just didn't make practical sense.

So I passed on this opportunity.

Instead, I'm spending this Wednesday like (most of) the rest of you: firing up your radios to listen to the game on the drive home, trying not to hear the 16-ounce cans of Old Style cracking open and pouring beautiful nectar to happy fans in the crowd, or the Cubs' Dixieland band playing songs in between innings, or Eric "The Curse" Collins' voice from the television broadcast. I want to hear Kershaw, who has two runs in 22 1/3 innings over his last three starts, keep up his great work and roll past Dempster, who has lost his last four decisions but is 6-3 with a 2.52 ERA against the Dodgers (almost two full runs lower than his career ERA of 4.42).

Maybe I'll just sit at home and celebrate the 25th anniversary of the #1 Billboard chart position of Wham's classic hit, "Everything She Wants". But hey, I don't want to celebrate alone, so now you can enjoy it too (make sure to check out how desperate and frustrated George Michael gets during the bridge, at around 4:50. GEORGE MICHAEL ANGRY! GEORGE MICHAEL SMASH!).

P.S.: Suns / Lakers, 6p tip-off.

Yeah, I know it's the 33rd anniversary of the debut of Star Wars. It's not like we didn't plug the hell out of Empire Strikes Back night. Oh, and that photo is via Harry How / Getty Images North America.

Speaking of range, I moved over to a better office in our building today, which means I now get better mobile broadband and iPhone reception. I can now pull in MLB.TV games in HD (I am so spoiled, I know). However, I am no longer facing in the direction of your work, Josh.

Ah, Ryan Theriot always reminds me of my old fantasy baseball league. The guy that drafted Theriot pronounced his name for the entire season as "the riot" like he was referring to civil unrest. If anyone would correct him, he would respond, "that's what I said." I'm 99% certain he was not joking, he actually couldn't tell the difference between the pronunciations.